War is brutal. The Qinhuai River outside Jinling City has long been stained red by countless blood. Every day, corpses are sent to the river and thrown down the river. The corpses that rise and fall in the river have added countless stories of water ghosts to Jiangnan, and also gave birth to many 'strange stories' such as human fingers in the stomachs of many fish. As a result, hundreds of people along the river will not dare to eat and use river fresh in the next few years.

In Jinling City, the young and strong people in the city have already been gathered by the Manichaeans. The city team was organized according to the square, and at the critical moment, one person issued a spear and went up to the city wall. Behind him stood the team of overseers, armed with knives and guns, to see who dared to mess around?

And they don't have no way to live? The Manichaeans only let them endure for a while, but they did not want them all to die in the city. With such a hope of survival, the sense of resistance in that person's heart is weak. For the first time in the city, there is also a good reward. So much so that there are many athletes in the city vying to go to the city.

These people are armed with elongated spears, or poles and stones, which can have some effect.

However, even so, the attrition rate of Manichaean soldiers and horses is not small, even with the continuous blood transfusion at the water camp in the north of the city, the situation is becoming decadent day by day.

With a "boom", the cannon fell, and one of the battlements smashed by it immediately shattered and exploded, blurring the flesh and blood of several surrounding soldiers defending the city, and almost at the same time, the soldiers of the Western Army on the ladder had already reached the head of the city in several places.

"Kill!" Fang Jie's eyes were wide open, but his vision was dark red, he had been in the city for two days and two nights. With the emergency in Huainan and Jiangzhou, how can the western army under Jinling City not be in a hurry? In the past few days, the offensive has not stopped, and the city is under pressure, and the Manichaean army can only muster up courage and fight against it. Fang Jie's troops have suffered heavy losses in the past few days, and the five thousand elite soldiers are now three thousand and insufficient, but the western army has already reached the top of the city, so Fang Jie naturally led his own soldiers to pounce on it in person.

The two teams collided violently, and it was blood splattering, and both sides fought for their lives. Spears stabbed, knives slashed, and iron-boned sticks slammed. Blood is like cheap ketchup, spilling all the time.

Compared to the soldiers of the Western Army who ascended the city, the Manichaean army defending the city was more powerful. However, as the pioneer warrior of the Western Army, the latter's combat will and combat experience are also more tacitly compatible, and they are obviously superior.

Fang Jie is known for his bravery, even if he is already at the end of the crossbow at this time, he is still unstoppable, everywhere he goes, the sword light is a piece of light, and he immediately swept down a piece, and then flew up and kicked the head of the Western army straight out of the city, leaving only a long wail......

Yes, Fang Jie no longer uses Fang Tian to draw halberds. During the days of defending the city, the weapon in his hand had already been replaced by a big knife, just because he discovered a truth - the knife kills a lot!

It's just some brave soldiers, and not all of them are strong in martial arts, what real means are there? These first-class soldiers of the Western Army fought desperately in one battle, and they were not afraid of death. To deal with this kind of person, Fang Tian's halberd is far less sharp than the big sword. Among the big knives, the door blades are the coolest.

"Boom-" In the frenzied collision, the armored warriors divided into two armies rampaged. The blades hit each other, the soldiers hissed sadly, and in the midst of the resonance of gold and iron, blood and limbs flew all over the sky. The bright swords and spears brought up the light, flickering in the crimson blood, like the dazzling light of the fireworks released.

"Ho-"

Fang Jie shouted, the big knife in his hand slashed down like an angry dragon, and the sharp head of the knife roared, like the first light that pierced the night.

The broadsword easily severed the spear held by a Western army general, and the blade slashed through the helmet and slashed straight into the chest. The skull, neck, sternum, a series of bones were severed, and the sound of crisp shattering was heard in my ears. He pulled out the big knife and swirled it above his head, slashed down to the right again, and slashed a Western warrior holding a sword and shield.

Fang Jie's eyes were a little black, but his hands didn't stop at all, flying up and down, and the knife was blooming. In front of the Western Army, it was like being included in a meat grinder, and they were ruthlessly strangled one by one. It wasn't until a Western soldier who was submerged in his chest by the head of the knife had his eyes bulging suddenly, and his eyes flashed fiercely, he threw the blade in his hand to the ground, held his last breath, and grabbed the big knife that had not entered his chest with both hands, and Fang Jie stopped killing.

At this time, a blood-colored wave was raised, and a little cold light flickered. passed through the neck of one of Fang Jie's guards beside him, and continued to stab at Fang Jie.

But the latter didn't seem to see it, but his eyes had already lost their light.

Fortunately, Qian Zhenpeng arrived in time and saved Fang Jie with a knife. Then he raised a knife, and in the sound of Qingyue's gold and iron, he only cut the Western Army junior colonel into two sections.

With hideous eyebrows, a Western army commander roared hoarsely, and the iron cone gun was like an iron pestle, smashing through the Manichaean shield wall alive!

"Humph!" Qian Zhenpeng didn't have time to take a closer look at Fang Jie, so he asked someone to carry him down to rest, so he raised the wind knife and killed the man.

But before he could arrive, he saw that a group of Manichaean elites wearing thick iron armor had already rushed to the city, and it was the new force that Qian Zhenpeng brought to the city, all wearing heavy armor.

A long spear and a big knife accurately aimed at the man's iron cone gun, and the two of them were naturally cracked, and the knives and guns flew together. But before the commander of the Western Army could make the next move to solve these two people, someone else had already followed, and three sharp spears slashed through three dazzling lights, shining on his head, chest, abdomen and other vital places.

The commander still coped with the past another combined attack with ease, but the Manichaean elite was like a rolling iron stream, always a wave of uneven waves, I don't know whether it was the third or fourth combined attack, this brave Western army officer was cut off one of his arms by a large knife, and in an instant blood flowed like a torrent of blood, and screamed. With another big knife, it made the other person's head fly.

Outside the city, the sound of gold sounded, and the enemy retreated like a tide again.

As soon as the pressure in front of him was gone, Qian Zhenpeng gasped for breath, looked around, and saw that the 1,000 armor soldiers he had newly brought in had already lost three or four percent. As for Fang Jie's department, there are only three or four percent left.

There are two or three hundred people in the pro-military camp, but now there are only thirty or fifty left, and each of them is scarred and self-reliant.

The smoke billowed and the killing gradually stopped, and I saw that the corpses under the city wall were piled up into a small slope, and the blood flowing on the city wall collected into a stream, flowing down the drainage ditch at the head of the city.

He didn't know how much the Western army outside the city had lost, it was just Manichaeism, and since the defense of the city alone, there were 10,000 dead and wounded.

It's just that they don't want to defend Jinling City. The political significance here is too great for the Manichaeans and others to give up. And if you don't keep it here, will Suzhou keep it? After Suzhou, Hangzhou will not be defended? The Manichaeans had only these three fortified cities. Other cities, such as Runzhou, Changzhou, Xiuzhou, Mingzhou, etc., are all undefensible.

To be clear, it is still the Northern Song Dynasty, not the Southern Song Dynasty in history. The Jiangnan region has been peaceful for more than 100 years, the city defense is dilapidated, the armament is not repaired, and the border states of Hebei are still because of the threat of the Liao State, and the city is built neatly.

Here in Jiangnan, I just blindly turn a blind eye. Unless the wall was about to collapse, the officials of the Department would not have considered repairing it.

Under such circumstances, can those states and counties still be sustained?

Moreover, it is now a tiger riding a tiger. No one dared to give up lightly, because it was a heavy blow to the morale of the army.

Suddenly, the commotion on the head of the city was quiet, and a team of elite soldiers wearing iron armor met Qian Zhenpeng's eyes, these people were full of energy, full of physical strength, and they were clustered in the middle of the overlap, but it was not Fang La.

At this time, Fang Shenggong's face was solemn, inspecting the soldiers, and saw Qian Zhenpeng covered in blood, gasping for breath, surrounded by layers of corpses, and the blood stained that section of the city red. I won't stand there and wait for Qian Zhenpeng to come and see.

strode over, grabbed Qian Zhenpeng, who was about to see him, and asked, "How is the situation?" ”

Qian Zhenpeng rested for a while, then relieved himself and replied: "Holy Father, don't worry, I can still support it." However, the western army under the city may not be able to support it. In the shallow opinion of his subordinates, they are in a hurry! ”

Fang La turned his head and looked at the city, looking at the overlapping Western army barracks with a pair of fine eyes, silent.